Lysaa’s POV
I whimpered, my body trembling as the eggs continued to fill me. I could feel my belly stretching slightly, a gentle pressure building as my womb accommodated the growing clutch, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. If anything, it’s the opposite.
The tingling warmth intensified with each pulse, and soon, I was moaning helplessly, lost in the strange, overwhelming pleasure of being filled.
“Lorien… it feels… it feels so good…” I panted, my head spinning.
He growled softly, his claws grazing my skin in a possessive, almost reverent touch. “That’s my girl,” he whispered. “You’re made for this, love. Made to carry our clutch.”
His words made my heart flutter, and I felt tears prick the corners of my eyes. This moment was so intimate, so intense, and I could feel the love and devotion radiating from him through our bond.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the last egg settled inside me, and Lorien let out a deep, satisfied sigh. His ovipositor pulsed one last time, and then he slowly, carefully pulled out, leaving me feeling achingly empty-
Until he thrusted in his other cock without warning.
A gasp tore from my lips as he filled me all over again, and this time, it was different. His second cock was just as thick, but smoother, save for the knot at the base that was already starting to swell slightly.
“L-Lorien…!” I cried, my voice muffled by the sheets as my body jolted forward from the force of his thrust.
“Shh, I’ve got you, love,” he murmured, his voice low and husky, filled with a mix of restraint and barely contained hunger. “Just hold on to me. You’re almost there.”
His hands gripped my hips firmly, holding me in place as he started to move inside me. His thrusts were deep and measured at first, but it didn’t take long for his pace to pick up, each plunge pushing me closer to the edge all over again.
The heat between my legs was almost unbearable, my body still trembling from the aftermath of the clutch release, and now every thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through my overstimulated nerves.
“You’re so tight,” Lorien groaned, his claws digging lightly into my hips as he thrust deeper. “So perfect… squeezing me so hard…”
I couldn’t even respond. My strength was waning, I was overstimulated and my walls just kept contracting. I knew he would have a lot of stamina but damn…
My breath came in ragged gasps, and I was barely holding myself up as he drove into me relentlessly, his knot swelling with each thrust.
I could feel it pressing against my entrance, stretching me further, and the pressure sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through me. I’d never felt so full in my life-so completely, utterly filled-and it was almost too much, but at the same time, I didn’t want it to stop.
“Lorien… I-I can’t…” I sobbed, tears spilling down my cheeks from the sheer intensity of it all. “I can’t come again… I- It’s too much.”
Lorien kissed my neck, sucking the skin into his mouth before sinking his fangs into my flesh. I screamed as the pain mixed into the overwhelming pleasure, balancing it a bit.
He lapped up the blood, his tongue grazing my skin. It felt good, being marked by my mate during such an intimate moment.
“You’re my mate, Lysaa.,” he whispered in my ear, his voice rough and desperate. “You were made for me, made for this. You can take all of it and more, you’re my sweet little fire. Your body knows who it belongs to, you will come for me again.”
My body gave in almost immediately.
His knot swelled one final time, locking us together, and as I felt the first hot pulse of his release flood my womb, my orgasm crashed over me with mind-numbing force.
“Lorien!” I screamed, my body convulsing as pleasure exploded inside me, wave after wave of ecstasy washing over me. My inner walls clenched around him, milking him as he spilled into me, his hot seed flooding my womb in thick, heavy spurts.
He let out a deep, guttural roar as he reached his own climax, his cock twitching violently inside me. His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me flush against him as he rode out his release, pumping every last drop of his cum into me.
I could feel it-every pulse, every spurt-and it filled me so completely that I swear I could feel my belly swell slightly from the sheer volume. I’d never felt so full, so thoroughly claimed, and it was the most incredible feeling in the world.
By the time we both came down from our high, I was completely spent. My arms gave out, and I collapsed onto the bed, panting and trembling, with Lorien’s heavy weight pressing down on me from behind. His knot was still locked inside me, keeping us connected, and I could feel his chest rising and falling against my back as he tried to catch his breath.
Lorien shifted slightly, easing some of his weight off me but keeping me securely tucked beneath him, his knot still anchoring us together. His broad arms wrapped around my waist, holding me close as he nuzzled the back of my neck, his breath warm and soothing against my damp skin.
“Lysaa… are you alright?” He questioned again, his voice laced with concern.
I let out a soft, breathless laugh, turning my head slightly to nuzzle against his cheek. “More than alright,” I whispered. “That was… wow.”
He huffed out a relieved chuckle, but I could still sense the lingering worry in him. His claws gently trace patterns along my sides, careful not to scratch me, and his lips brushed against my shoulder in a featherlight kiss.
“I know the Draconian mating process can be… overwhelming,” he murmured, his tone apologetic. “It’s a lot to take in-literally-and I wasn’t sure if it would be too much for you.”
“It was… intense,” I admitted, my cheeks flushing as I recalled just how full I felt when he was implanting his clutch. “But it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was strange, sure, but… it was also the most incredible thing I’ve ever experienced. I’m so grateful I got to experience it with you.”
Lorien went still for a moment, and when he spoke again, his voice was rough with emotion. “Lysaa…”
He didn’t finish the sentence. Instead, he turned my head slightly and captured my lips in a soft, lingering kiss. It was gentle and reverent, a stark contrast to the passionate frenzy we’d just shared, and it made my heart ache with how much love I could feel radiating from him.
When we finally pulled apart, I rested my forehead against his, breathing him in. His scent was comforting, grounding, and I could feel myself relaxing completely in his arms.
Since his knot was still keeping us connected, we didn’t have much choice but to stay like this for a while until it deflated-but I didn’t mind. I loved the feeling of being so close to him, of being filled with his warmth.
Lorien seemed to sense my contentment because he let out a soft, satisfied sigh and shifted us slightly so that we were lying more comfortably on our sides. His hand moved to my belly, and he gently stroked the slightly rounded curve, his touch light and almost reverent.
“You’re amazing,” he murmured, his voice low and full of awe. “You’re carrying our clutch, Lysaa. Our hatchlings.”
His words sent a warm flutter through my chest, and I placed my hand over his, intertwining our fingers. “Do you think they’ll be beautiful?” I asked softly.
“They’ll be perfect,” he assured me without hesitation. “Just like their mother.”
I laughed quietly, my heart swelling with love and happiness. The gentle stroking of his fingers on my belly, combined with the warmth of his body pressed against mine and my absolute exhaustion, lulled me into a blissful, drowsy state.
“I love you, Lorien,” I whispered, my eyes growing heavy.
“I love you too, my little fire,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “Rest now. I’ll keep you safe.”
And with those words, I finally let myself drift off to sleep, cradled in the arms of my mate, my heart full and my future brighter than I ever could have imagined.